Dear you,
I'm pretty sure you were there that night. But at the time I didn't know you, so I can't be sure. It was some night in March. Rain was pouring. I mean like drenched kind of rain not some stupid mist.
Anyways, me and my best friend were outside. Running around like fools, in a pink poncho. Don't ask why. You wouldn't get it. I don't think you ever quite got my jokes. But you tried which made me smile.
Somehow this night was kind of iconic. For me and my home girl at least. We danced, ran, laughed, and watched you and your friends race down the street in your underwear. It was strange but somehow normal. Exciting but pointless. It was freezing but I never remember actually being cold.
You probably don't remember this night. I do though. And for some odd reason I felt the need to tell you about it. Once again don't ask why. This time though, because I can't quite give an answer.
Sincerely, Me
